"Phototropism" . . // I think of all the wilted women. Who crane their necks to reach a window. Ripping all their petals off just cause. "He loves me now, he loves me not." I myself was a wilted woman. Drowsy in a dark room. Forgot my roots. Now watch me bloom. // . . #tbt to when my abs were on fire and I did photography regularly. Slowly getting back to my roots.